local Washoe tribe. Nessa introduces us and I realize one of the guys is Zach, a dark-skinned dealer from Blue whom I took for Mexican when I met him at work. We chat for a half hour about which pit bosses are lax, while I keep an eye on Gen.
Why?
Because that guy—Lewis, the one she had the spark with—is freaking hot as hell. And his girlfriend, Mira, is here with him. She’s a bombshell with shiny, long black hair, and she’s been sending eyeball darts Gen’s way for the past hour.
No joke, there could be a catfight. Gen’s at the barbecue talking to my dealer buddy, and Lewis, who’s six and a half feet of deliciousness—he might actually tower over Jaeger—walks up.
This is so much worse than Gen indicated. Lewis wants her and she has no idea. Lewis has been playing it cool for the past hour, but he watches Gen when she’s not looking. Whenever he has an opportunity to break free, he hovers around her.
So not good!
I glance at Lewis’s girlfriend. Oh yeah, Mira has her eye on them. Nothing gets by that chick. She’s sipping her beer and standing very still, glancing at Lewis in between fake smiles with Nessa, who’s chattering on about who knows what.
Haphazardly tossing more chips on my plate at the picnic table, I prepare to intervene if necessary. Lewis hands Gen a hot dog from the meat he pulled off the barbecue after Zach stepped away from his ’cueing duties. Lewis leans down and says something into Gen’s ear, touching her shoulder. Gen’s chest rises, her body leaning toward him. I’m convinced I can see actual sparks.
Casino Real World has infiltrated the beach.
I glance at Mira. She’s not even pretending to listen to Nessa anymore. Nessa’s brows pull together and she follows Mira’s glare. Shit is about to go down.
Gen’s frozen in place, her chest rising and falling too quickly. She glances up, her expression serious as she meets Lewis’s eyes. They stand like that for a few seconds. Mira looks ready to wrestle Gen to the ground and I’m a breath away from breaking up the eyeball sex Gen and Lewis are having, when Lewis’s mouth kicks up at the side and he walks away.
Damn, and I thought my situation sucked.
Eyes wide and unblinking, Gen scans the area and sees me. She says something to Zach, who reappeared moments ago, and hightails it to my side.
“I have to leave. Now.”
“On it,” I tell her.
We thank Nessa while Lewis sips his beer from the side, subtly watching Gen.
Oh, yeah. Gen definitely needs to stay away from this guy. She’s no match for him. With high cheekbones, a straight nose, masculine full lips, and a smooth tan complexion, he’s tall, dark and delicious, and he wants her. No woman could fight that kind of attention.
Gen squeezes my hand and I glance over. Lewis has her in a staredown. Damn, I wouldn’t be able to look away either.
I grab her hand and haul her toward the car. When we’re far enough away, I ask, “You okay?”
She nods, but she’s staring straight ahead and not speaking.
“Gen, what the hell was that?”
“Something that has to stop.” She takes a deep breath. “I won’t make plans with Nessa next time unless I know he’s not coming.”
Chapter Seven
Gen and I lie low the next week. I run into Jaeger once at the casino, and he reminds me about the party that weekend. I confirm we’ll be there, but my first priority is to talk to Eric. I can’t stand not knowing what’s going on. Eric has avoided me for a month and I’ve had enough. I’m driving to my old college, where he’s living.
It’s Friday and I manage to get off early. Gen is letting me borrow her car overnight and I’m crashing at my friend Reese’s place near Dawson University.
The drive down goes faster than I expected. That’s what happens when you spend the entire time trying to figure out how to ask your boyfriend why he’s avoiding you without sounding completely pathetic. I’ve decided it’s impossible.
It’s dark out, but all the
Why?
Because that guy—Lewis, the one she had the spark with—is freaking hot as hell. And his girlfriend, Mira, is here with him. She’s a bombshell with shiny, long black hair, and she’s been sending eyeball darts Gen’s way for the past hour.
No joke, there could be a catfight. Gen’s at the barbecue talking to my dealer buddy, and Lewis, who’s six and a half feet of deliciousness—he might actually tower over Jaeger—walks up.
This is so much worse than Gen indicated. Lewis wants her and she has no idea. Lewis has been playing it cool for the past hour, but he watches Gen when she’s not looking. Whenever he has an opportunity to break free, he hovers around her.
So not good!
I glance at Lewis’s girlfriend. Oh yeah, Mira has her eye on them. Nothing gets by that chick. She’s sipping her beer and standing very still, glancing at Lewis in between fake smiles with Nessa, who’s chattering on about who knows what.
Haphazardly tossing more chips on my plate at the picnic table, I prepare to intervene if necessary. Lewis hands Gen a hot dog from the meat he pulled off the barbecue after Zach stepped away from his ’cueing duties. Lewis leans down and says something into Gen’s ear, touching her shoulder. Gen’s chest rises, her body leaning toward him. I’m convinced I can see actual sparks.
Casino Real World has infiltrated the beach.
I glance at Mira. She’s not even pretending to listen to Nessa anymore. Nessa’s brows pull together and she follows Mira’s glare. Shit is about to go down.
Gen’s frozen in place, her chest rising and falling too quickly. She glances up, her expression serious as she meets Lewis’s eyes. They stand like that for a few seconds. Mira looks ready to wrestle Gen to the ground and I’m a breath away from breaking up the eyeball sex Gen and Lewis are having, when Lewis’s mouth kicks up at the side and he walks away.
Damn, and I thought my situation sucked.
Eyes wide and unblinking, Gen scans the area and sees me. She says something to Zach, who reappeared moments ago, and hightails it to my side.
“I have to leave. Now.”
“On it,” I tell her.
We thank Nessa while Lewis sips his beer from the side, subtly watching Gen.
Oh, yeah. Gen definitely needs to stay away from this guy. She’s no match for him. With high cheekbones, a straight nose, masculine full lips, and a smooth tan complexion, he’s tall, dark and delicious, and he wants her. No woman could fight that kind of attention.
Gen squeezes my hand and I glance over. Lewis has her in a staredown. Damn, I wouldn’t be able to look away either.
I grab her hand and haul her toward the car. When we’re far enough away, I ask, “You okay?”
She nods, but she’s staring straight ahead and not speaking.
“Gen, what the hell was that?”
“Something that has to stop.” She takes a deep breath. “I won’t make plans with Nessa next time unless I know he’s not coming.”
Chapter Seven
Gen and I lie low the next week. I run into Jaeger once at the casino, and he reminds me about the party that weekend. I confirm we’ll be there, but my first priority is to talk to Eric. I can’t stand not knowing what’s going on. Eric has avoided me for a month and I’ve had enough. I’m driving to my old college, where he’s living.
It’s Friday and I manage to get off early. Gen is letting me borrow her car overnight and I’m crashing at my friend Reese’s place near Dawson University.
The drive down goes faster than I expected. That’s what happens when you spend the entire time trying to figure out how to ask your boyfriend why he’s avoiding you without sounding completely pathetic. I’ve decided it’s impossible.
It’s dark out, but all the
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